The disciplined part of my brain (wherever it is) is currently attempting to come up with a half-hour message to give to a women's Bible study group this Thursday morning: they're doing a series on the Fruit of the Spirit and I picked "Love". Which you'd think would be an easy topic -- lots of material to work with, all kinds of possible angles -- only it isn't. Or at least, I don't feel as though it's coming together very well, either in my mind or on paper. Sigh. Brethren (and sisters), pray for us.
In addition to all that, I had a bit of an unsettling experience today. For the past year I've noticed a little bump on my arm -- I wouldn't call it a mole, as it isn't dark at all, just a smooth, shiny raised nodule on the skin. And it has a blood spot in it that never seems to quite heal. So I made an appointment to have the doctor look at it.
He hummed and hawed over it a bit, and finally said it was unlikely that I'd have a basal cell carcinoma (a kind of skin cancer) at my young age, but that it is unusual to have something like that for a whole year and it not heal. So he decided to do a punch biopsy and send it away for analysis, just in case. While I tried very hard not to watch, he froze my arm and carved a 4mm-diameter circular chunk out of it. It didn't hurt (at least, not after the freezing kicked in) but the whole process made me feel rather queasy. Then he sutured it and stuck a patch over it, and told me to come back in a week to have the stitch taken out and (hopefully) find out the biopsy results.
It's probably nothing. Like the doctor said, I'm young, and I've never been a sun-worshipper. And even if the lesion really did turn out to be cancerous, I understand that skin cancer is the most treatable form of the disease and it's very unlikely to become a serious issue. But an experience like that does tend to make one feel rather wobbly.
I'm also tired, and feeling rather "thin and stretched", to borrow a phrase. Maybe I'm coming down with something. I hope not.